One pound of cranberry beans soaked for 12 hours for a stew I planned to make for dinner. Lentil put the kibosh on that. She's nursed hourly for the past couple of days. It might be a growth spurt, it might be continued recovery from last week's vomit-o-rama. I told Mister that the limpet won't leave the teat (last night we were up from 2am to 4am though we both fell asleep from 2-3, just with girl on). I'd like to get off the couch but there aren't a lot of places for me to go. (Holy cow, she's crying right again. Sob of exhaustion from me.)
>>The next morning<<
The beans are sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting to be tossed out. Instead of the stew I'd planned, Mister took over dinner and prepared a couple of steaks from our CSA. The steaks may have been a little overdone (boo-hoo but not surprising given the timing issues of baby and cooking) but the red wine and garlic sauce, which he got from Simple to Spectacular: How to Take One Basic Recipe to Four Levels of Sophistication, a great cookbook from Mark Bittman and Jean Georges Vongerichten, was lovely. We also had broccoli and crusty bread.
The bread is a story of its own. Mister frequently uses the cookbook American Pie: My Search for the Perfect Pizza
as his go-to for pizza. The author, Peter Reinhart, put out a call for testers for a new cookbook. Guess who's baking test recipes? Mister! Very exciting. I don't think I can reveal much more than we look forward to the next batch.
We're sitting in our chilly living room with Lentil, watching the inauguration of the 44th President of the United States, Barack H. Obama. Lentil is less impressed, concentrating on pooping instead of the opening remarks.